With a groan, Viking placed both hands on the wall, his arms stretched over their heads, holding her in place with his huge upper body, her legs wrapped around his hips. They leaned against each other, unmoving, their breaths slowing down and their bodies relaxing.
Viking felt like he could trust his legs beneath him again, so he lifted her gently and carried her to the sofa. They sat, Elle in his lap, her thighs still around him, him still buried deep inside her pulsing heat.
“So,” he said. “How’s the breathing thing going now?”
“Kind of crap,” she puffed. “You?”
“The same.” He ran his hands up and down her back, loving that this time tomorrow, Zoe would have started to cover up the disgusting tattoo that was there now. “Hey, you know what?”
“What?”
“You haven’t seen the bedroom yet
